Page 51 of Sweet Misery

I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She shifted her hips upward to get more of me inside her.

“You sure you want it all, little daffodil?” I grunted as I slowly fucked into her.

“Yes. Please.”

“I love when you beg me. Beg harder, baby. Make me believe you.”

“Ma-Massimo. Please. Fuck me harder. Deeper. Please. I’m begging you. I want to come for you.”

“Fuck,” I snarled, her words sending me spiraling.

I slammed into her once. Twice. Three times. She came, soaking my groin. I fucked harder. Faster. The headboard banged against the wall. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind my brothers could hear what I was doing.

I’d lost my goddamn mind.

I came again, filling her once more, before slowing my pace, my lips fused to hers.

Breathing hard, I broke away and stared down at her, taking in her tangled hair and swollen lips from my kiss.

The bruises on her body.

The marks we’d left behind.

A sense of satisfaction, of possessiveness, washed over me.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, the words slipping past my lips suddenly. I swallowed, taking in the way she looked at my proclamation.

“And when you’re mine, you get rewarded. Do you want to be rewarded, Misery?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

I knew exactly how I’d reward her too.

After I punished her, of course.

“Tell me your biggest fear,” I whispered against her soft lips.

“Drowning,” she answered in a thick voice. “I-I can’t swim.”

I kissed her again. “You need to be punished for pissing me off earlier.”

She shuddered beneath me.

“But you also needed rewarded for pleasing me tonight.” I trailed my lips along her jaw. When I got to her ear, I whispered into it. “Come. Get your punishment, my Sweet Misery, so I can teach you how to kill your father.”

She said nothing as I moved away from her and pulled my pants back on. I turned back to see her eyeing me, propped up on her elbows.

I offered her my hand. Hesitantly, she slid her palm again mine, and I brought her to her feet and back to my chair.

“Bend over my knees,” I murmured.

She hesitated for a moment before doing as instructed, her pretty bare ass facing me.

And with a sharp crack, my hand met her ass, making her squeal.

“Count them,” I grunted.

“O-One,” she choked out.

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